It was a cold night. December 2nd. I was snuggled up in bed. Suddenly, I awoke to a cute voice. "Pika, Pikachu!" What was it? It poked and prodded my face. I sat up, mesmerised at what I saw. It looked like something I'd seen before, except different. What was different about it? I had no idea. I was still woozy from the night before. It gestured me with its jagged tail to follow it, so I did. It led me outside, to a portal which seemed to contain a powerful blizzard. It jumped into the portal. I ran, but it came back and electrified me. Unconcious, it dragged me into the portal. When I woke up, I was in bed again. But something was different. I never remembered having a red and white bird called Fletchling. Wait a minute... Fletchling? I went outside. This is it. I've somehow become the son of the famous Ryhorn racer Gracie. My life has been transformed. I am in the World of Pokemon.
